I’m intuitive. Okay, I’m psychic. There, I said it.
Perhaps it’s the word that is so freaky and scary. We envision women in gypsy garb with a crystal ball trying to scam us for money.
I don’t see the abilities I have as superparanormal in anyway, really. Some folks can play the piano or are great at basketball or amazing singers. I am none of those things. My abilities may have increased and evolved in time from attention and education, but I’m pretty sure I was just wired this way when I came in. I have a very analytical mind, which I’ve mentioned before, so I had to see lots of validations and proof that what I was receiving was correct before I embraced my abilities. After literally saving many animals lives and feeling information there was no way I would have known, I was convinced.
I don’t “do” predictions or tell your fortune. I don’t read minds, at least on purpose. I don’t know how many fingers you are holding up. That’s not my thing. Every psychic is different; Kinda like the superheroes of Xmen–one can throw fire; one can freeze things. My abilities do lie in having advanced empathy–I can feel what others feel and register information from many layers–which I’ve shared and talked about often here at this site. My other abilities lie in connecting to the spirit world and animals through thought and feeling. I also see energies.
Most all my friends are psychic in some way. Most of my readers here, and my clients and students are the same way. It’s the norm for us. I am convinced that in a few years from now we will all have this ability or acknowledge what is already there.
So, I do have to laugh when I hesitate when others ask me what I do. There’s still many who don’t believe in this “stuff.” I think that is so funny. It’s like seeing an elephant in the room and there’s folks who refuse to believe it’s there, when it’s plain as day. I love the scene in the movie, Field of Dreams, when the character’s brother-in-law couldn’t see the spirit baseball field that everyone else could. It was the big running joke of the movie. Only when he believed and opened his heart did he see it. It’s not my job to convince others who are still blind to the elephant. I can live without your approval.
Really creepy thing today: my site can show how viewers found my site through web search. The phrase was “fairy spirit channeling psychiatric disorder”. Oh, that’s funny too. Well, hopefully there’s a group of sort I could join then and have a label. Even better if there’s medication involved! Next they will be saying that talking to God and feeling his/her presence is a sign of mental illness. It’s so old school, people.
Which leads me to a recommendation for Review Thursday. I love, love the show Merlin. The title character, Merlin from King Arthur days, is a young teen trying to protect the future king while having to hide his abilities. The King hates all magic out of fear from those who have misused the ability.
I wish Merlin would just get out of the psychic/magic closet and be who he is. We all know the story that, later, of course, he does.
Until next time. I will meet you at the next meeting for the FairySpirit Channeling Psychiatric Disorder Group. Oooh, I can design the t-shirts.
Ronni's Psychic Room 
I have spent last 5 years telling people that we’re not x-man, and you’re throwing that metaphor now… ;).
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Oh no, Nathan. We all have something special about us or one thing that is ours alone. That’s my metaphor. I always use the piano metaphor because the more you practice at it, the better you become at it, like psychic ability. But some of us are better at it than others. I have no aptitude at piano. But everyone is psychic because we are all from the same place.
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dang it! 🙂 Sorry, Nathan, I was being literal. Don’t you hate when someone uses your metaphor without realizing it? We need some kind of Psychic Teacher meetings to get on the same page. Ha ha!
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